I hate this place, this zoo, this prison, this reality, whatever you want to call it. I can't stand it any longer. It's the smell, if there is such a thing. I feel saturated by it. I can taste your stink, and every time I do, I fear that I've somehow been infected by it.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3461 | 2021-01-27 10:12:36 | 96.64 | 96% |
| 2840 | 2020-12-31 10:52:00 | 100.81 | 96% |